Is it possible that existence is our exile,
And nothingness our home?
In the twilight of thoughts, where shadows whisper secrets,
I wander through the labyrinth of my mind,
Each corridor, a reflection of forgotten dreams,
Each door, a gateway to the unknown.
I stand on the edge of reality,
Gazing into the abyss of my soul,
Where echoes of lost memories reverberate,
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